This is the third year in which I’ve been treated to the breathtaking Yuletide spectacle that is my neighbor’s Christmas display. Actually, he isn’t really my neighbor, meaning that I can’t see his house from anywhere on my street. Except for at Christmas, when I can.
Maybe it’s just me, but something about this year’s decor seems… I dunno, subdued. What happened to the rest of the Peanuts cast? I swear there used to be more of them out here. And why does the Abominable Snowman have electric boobs? I really can’t say.
So Merry Christmas, Mr. Insanely Overdecorated Lawn Man. Your power bill is large, but your heart is ginormous.